FUCK HOBBY LOBBY! FUCK THE SUPREME COURT! THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN #YESALLWOMEN

I AM SO FURIOUS ABOUT THE HOBBY LOBBY VERDICT I CAN’T EVEN SEE STRAIGHT! HERE IS ALL THE REASONS WHY THIS VERDICT IS BULLSHIT!
1. NO ONES RELIGIOUS FREEDOM WAS OPPRESSED. THE ONLY THING THAT IS NOW OPPRESSED IS A WOMEN’S RIGHT TO CHOOSE!
2. MOST WOMEN WHO USE BIRTH CONTROL USE IT FOR MEDICAL REASONS!
3. (Here is the biggest reason its bullshit) THE PURPOSE OF THE SUPREME COURT IS TO REINFORCE THE CONSTITUTION! WELL IN THE PREAMBLE OF THE US CONSTITUTION IT BLATANTLY STATES THE PURPOSE OF THIS GOVERNMENT IS TO “SECURE THE BLESSINGS OF LIBERTY” WHICH MEANS FREEDOM OF CHOICE, NOW TELL ME HOW IS LIBERTY SECURED IF A WOMEN CAN’T MAKE HER OWN MEDICAL DECISIONS BECAUSE SOME BULLY OF A BOSS HAS ANACHRONISTIC IGNORANT UNINFORMED BELIEFS. (note: I am not anti Religion but if you think birth control is only about sex you are a fucking idiot).
4. HOW IS IT RELIGIOUS FREEDOM TO MAKE MEDICAL DECISIONS FOR OTHER PEOPLE!? THAT’S NOT RELIGIOUS FREEDOM! DON’T LIKE BIRTH CONTROL? THEN DON’T FUCKING USE IT!
FUCK THE SUPREME COURT, FUCK THIS GOVERNMENT, FUCK THIS SYSTEM, THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN! REVOLUTION BABY! IF THIS ISN’T A SIGN WE NEED A MOTHER FUCKING REVOLUTION I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS! AND YES I AM SO PISSED THIS REQUIRED ALL CAPS!

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The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Then I had another dream.

I was talking to her, telling her everything about myself.  Confessing every single pathetic detail of my infatuation with her.  

But suddenly she changed. 

 Suddenly I wasn’t taking to her, but the girl whom I struck whilst pummeling her boyfriend.  But what I was saying wasn’t changing at all, I was just going on and on about how, “I should be the one on her arms, I should be the one with you.  I’m the good guy, I’m the one shy sweet sensitive guy you see in the movies, me.  Not the jocks I see all around me making out with the whores of my school.  I’m the perfect man, why won’t you even talk to me?”

Suddenly, I see myself, beating the crap out of the guy before.  Only I see something different about myself, I’m smiling while I’m doing it.  Each punch I’m being dusted and stained with his blood, and I’m smiling the most vengeful and evil smiles you’ve ever seen.  I grab myself by the collar shaking my reflection “What the fuck are you doing, this is not the path to enlightenment!  Stop that! Why are throwing all the years of self discipline and training out the window?  You were almost the Zen master you wanted to be, why are you throwing it all away?”  Suddenly while I shake this man who is supposedly me, I find now I have the boy I beat gripped by the collar.  I let go but he just lies back on the concrete ground, motionless.  

Suddenly I’m five years old and mom is hugging me while a bunch of other women circling around me, saying how cute I am and pinching my cheek.  I can’t remember everyone, but I saw my older cousins Amy and Lindsey, I saw my Auntie’s and my Grandma, some other cousins.  And I see random friends of my mom and grandma whose faces I remember but names escape me, I saw Jill.  

Then I saw the girl and her boy friend, as bruised and bloody as I left them, and they say something to everyone.  Something inaudible that I can’t remember.  Then all of a sudden nobody smiles at me.  Everyone stops telling me who sweet and cute I am, and everyone just files out of the room.  

“No!” I cry, “Please, I’m just a child!  I’m sorry!  Auntie, Mommy, don’t go!”

Jill and my mom were the last to leave, they wouldn’t even look me in the eye.

“MOMMY!   Please I’m sorry forgive me!  Please don’t leave me” Tears are just falling out of my eyes, I’m screaming and crying, and my own family doesn’t even speak to me. Now in this dark place, I’m all alone.  Crying “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”  I look in a mirror, and all I see is the couple, on the ground of that parking lot, bloody and motion less.  

That gave me the jolt that woke me up.

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.

Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.

That night, I had a dream. 

 The dream was about her.  

We fucked in my dream, we fucked in the hottest most passionate of ways, totally naked, arms and legs wrapped around each other and locked in the most perfect fashion.  I can’t remember what room we were fucking in, but it was on a bed.  And we were fucking to a song, it was “Low.” 

Suddenly I was in school, just hanging out at lunch, totally shirtless for some reason, bragging to my friends about fucking her.  

Suddenly I see her in front of me, and she slaps me as hard as she can and I start falling.  Just falling until I hit the bottom, which turns out to be my room at the hotel.  I’m sweating from every pore on my body so much my boxers were sticking to my ass.  I checked the time and it read 3:45, I smoked then went back to sleep.

When the Mind Goes Free

Radio production

of a hallucination

and hallucinogenic 

splendor and fun

while the estute

minds of an 

aborted playground

progress.

There minds swell,

and die yet

live and thrive.

Some think dubstep

has taken over the world,

others smoke the bong and

preach but have no idea

who Cornel West is.

Preach on to the sweet music

which drugs me out.

I care not 

for the consequences 

and I mean it.

It is not some

bullshit poeticless 

poetry.

It is true.

I care not what

occurs in the morrow.

Just so long as I have a good

time.

Party on.

Party hardy.

It’s all we have left.

1/28/11

Forgotten Pages and Souls Wander

Forgotten pages and

souls wonder and

wander wondering

what could have

been?

Instead what is 

gets swept 

under the ugly

rug of a family

skeleton closet.

Cradles never 

rocked.

Spanish language poems

fill the hallways of

a once empty mind,

and Gil Scot Heron

is not forgotten.

Who says a white

man can’t jump

or rap except 

the white man himself?

White is a meaningless 

word to those who live

in feigned ignorant

bliss.

And family is a meaningless

idea to the bitter

pessimistic or homophobic.

Judgement is not

for got, but the toys

he made in his image.

And the nauseating

churn of the stomach

of a narcotic inferno.

And the man on the

soapbox is now the

geek on the

scene.

And the crazy need 

to have the politicians

abstaining blame,

said the sarcastic

scornful slouch.

Who did nothing but 

fight for the wrong 

side except

everyone?

Who feels they are at fault except

everyone?

For these

are those and those 

are this and this

is thus.

Those living in such

an angry incontinent

and the rags

within them have

been scoffed and

put into preferential

spaces.

As the sun scortches

in its unpleasant

manner, and only those

unburnt skin can live

in such a manner.

It is only fair that

such a mind and

its counters be given

their time, their place

and their manner.

They can easily be ready

to assemble and diverge

upon a scene that

was long forgotten

until scortching hot pop culture

references

bleed out onto the 

masses repetative

nonsense and hunger.

A hunger whose actions

are not to be accounted

for with such minds

in constant races

for retribution and action can only be

met by nonaction.

Ghandi would be disgraced

to see such faces and

voices in commercials

and liberal guilt is at 

an all time low.

But crime and poverty

are issues put onto

the back burner as 

a day long gone is

gone ungone

but forgotten.

Souls are blinded 

only to be ungrateful

and ignore their

power for something

more expensive.

No one sheds a tear.

1/22/11

The Black Widow : Chapter 8

The Black Widow : Chapter 8

Life is already hard for our teenage heroine Lisa. But life gets even harder when a sexy serial killer starts killing every douchey guy and bitchy girl at her school and she becomes the prime suspect. Until one night when she finally comes face to face with the terror that is, The Black Widow.

In this chapter: Will Lisa, Abby and Jane escape the Black Widow?  Or will they be her next unfortunate victims?